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Farmer's Tan


Rene ~ 2010

make a wish
but don't tell me
i want to remember 
how things are
 right now
happily splashing 
through life's puddles
with our farmer's tans
we don't own a thing
but we got
 everything

Peace ~ Rene 2010

Short Sweet Saturday

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  1. Ann ImigJuly 10, 2010 at 10:48 AM

    I was there a week ago. Thanks for the reminder ;)

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  2. Brian MillerJuly 10, 2010 at 1:21 PM

    those last two lines sum up my life well...nice write...

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  3. Casey FreelandJuly 10, 2010 at 2:00 PM

    We don't own a thing. Truth, we never own anything. That suggests some permanence and there is none. Great work, thanks.

    Casey

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  4. FelinaeJuly 10, 2010 at 3:12 PM

    Love it, thanks :)

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  5. UnknownJuly 10, 2010 at 3:54 PM

    Lovely--& really like the pic too. Love your new blog look--sorry it's been so long!

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  6. Vodka MomJuly 11, 2010 at 8:59 AM

    j'adore ceci

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  7. Vodka MomJuly 11, 2010 at 9:00 AM

    which basically means I love the ()@*#& out of that.

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  8. Deb KirkeeideJuly 11, 2010 at 1:41 PM

    love how you capture those poignant thoughts and moments of life with your words. always brings a smile.

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  9. justsomethoughts...July 11, 2010 at 1:44 PM

    first, i absolutely love the quote from updike. that bears reapeating, oh, about a thousand times.
    maybe a few more

    and your words are beautiful.

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  10. GinnyJuly 12, 2010 at 8:52 AM

    Oh, Rene, this is just beautiful. And the photo, wow! It certainly was a Sweet Saturday. But so much said in the "shortness".

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  11. Amy WJuly 12, 2010 at 4:25 PM

    That is perfect! Reminds of being a teenager and being in love. :)

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  12. Jeanne EstridgeJuly 12, 2010 at 9:03 PM

    It's easier to have everything when you aren't tied down owning things....

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